Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Saddr Weirdr.

It's funny. The reactions that we have when we contemplate our own mortality. Some of us will stretch and squeeze every second that we have left before everything is taken away from us. Some will live in fear, almost too afraid to comprehend what is around them. Some of us will, say, wallow in our own depression, waiting for the inevitable and knowing there is nothing that we can do about it. And then there are those who are completely and utterly apathetic toward the idea. Which I really don't understand at all.

So I just read a very long letter that cheered me up. I've been hearing a lot lately that's been cheering me up actually. Even though the ending of the letter seemed VERY familiar. But, I'm thoroughly ecstatic to know that things might be getting better and people are trying. Don't get me wrong, I'm trying, too. It's a group effort?


But I saw messages that say that life’s better than this.
I followed it down to the ground and took a seat with the other stiffs
I faced my weekend fright,
Looked forward to my Friday night.
I let my worries burn like files inside the fire and lights
When I saw the sunset.


Oh, and it's cool knowing that I'm not the only person that is completely enthralled by this album. Even if they are a little scream-y.

Kelsey Rae